The way it really went down
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I just reread portions of this thread and my part in it. I definitely got steamed, but for good reason. I don't like it when someone knocks our sport and it's players as a rationale for making a dirty move. And that's what happened here. On top of it, the same guy makes all kinds of derogatory comments about the victims of his move, to imply that somehow he was the one who was wronged.
What's wrong here is that a small man with a few dollars and an over inflated ego, wants to tear pool down because he got BEAT by some smarter and more skilled pool players. He wants to shout to the heavens that pool is bad just because he can't play! His feelings got hurt and his ego was bruised. So now he doesn't have to pay. Do you begin to get the picture?
I have spent ample time in both world's to have an opinion on poker and pool players. As a group I'll take the pool players any time. I have seem more childish behavior at a poker table full of grown men, than in a kindergarten class. They whine and complain about every hand they lose, always faulting the player who beat them. They have an explanation for every losing session, never accounting for their own bad play. And when they win, they think they're geniuses.
Let's face reality here. Poker is not rocket science. Any idiot can play, and he might even win! The difference in skill level between a good amateur player and a top pro might be 5% at the most. In tournaments with hundreds of players, 90% of them may have a chance to win. That's why you see different names in the winner's box day after day, and week after week. There's a new star born every month. Finally, the great majority of the top players stay broke and need backers just to get in a tournament. It's a "sport" full of losers and crybabies! So why am I not surprised by what is going on here?
On the other hand, pool takes some real skill to be good at. Not just anybody can step up and play the game. It is a real sport, taking years of dedication to acquire the skills necessary to be a pro. Very unlike poker in this respect. Professional pool players should take pride in their abilities. They have earned the respect they receive. They have superior skills in one of the hardest games man has ever created. On a scale of one to ten, pool is a ten in the skills required to be a professional. Poker is about a three or a four. And I'm probably being generous there.
I guess all the above will begin to explain why I get upset when some poker playing crybaby gets on here and begins knocking our sport just because he doesn't want to pay a pool player the money he owes him.
What's wrong here is that a small man with a few dollars and an over inflated ego, wants to tear pool down because he got BEAT by some smarter and more skilled pool players. He wants to shout to the heavens that pool is bad just because he can't play! His feelings got hurt and his ego was bruised. So now he doesn't have to pay. Do you begin to get the picture?
I have spent ample time in both world's to have an opinion on poker and pool players. As a group I'll take the pool players any time. I have seem more childish behavior at a poker table full of grown men, than in a kindergarten class. They whine and complain about every hand they lose, always faulting the player who beat them. They have an explanation for every losing session, never accounting for their own bad play. And when they win, they think they're geniuses.
Let's face reality here. Poker is not rocket science. Any idiot can play, and he might even win! The difference in skill level between a good amateur player and a top pro might be 5% at the most. In tournaments with hundreds of players, 90% of them may have a chance to win. That's why you see different names in the winner's box day after day, and week after week. There's a new star born every month. Finally, the great majority of the top players stay broke and need backers just to get in a tournament. It's a "sport" full of losers and crybabies! So why am I not surprised by what is going on here?
On the other hand, pool takes some real skill to be good at. Not just anybody can step up and play the game. It is a real sport, taking years of dedication to acquire the skills necessary to be a pro. Very unlike poker in this respect. Professional pool players should take pride in their abilities. They have earned the respect they receive. They have superior skills in one of the hardest games man has ever created. On a scale of one to ten, pool is a ten in the skills required to be a professional. Poker is about a three or a four. And I'm probably being generous there.
I guess all the above will begin to explain why I get upset when some poker playing crybaby gets on here and begins knocking our sport just because he doesn't want to pay a pool player the money he owes him.
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I will give this a looksie when I wake up. Havnt been to bed yet
thanks in advance!
Based on one of Dippsters posts about 600 posts ago in this win filled thread he knew Scott was at the Rhino after the little tussle at the Cue Club because some of his boys at the club called him and told him he had just walked in. According to the same post they asked His Dippness if he wanted anything to happen to Scott and Dipporonynamous told them no. Based on that post I assume he knew A) where the truck was....and 2.) Scott would be otherwise engaged long enough for him to slip in ninja style with the extra set of keys and jack his old ride.
Something tells me Dippy has probably spread enough loot around the Rhino that the number of people there hanging from his nuts is substantial.
Plus the night of the tussle one of Dippys playmates he had with him at Cue Club jetted out the side and bolted to the Rhino. How do I know this? Cause I know a dude who followed him thinking he had taken the post money for a set Dippy and Ronnie had started right before Frosts version of D-Day took place.
I am thinking Dippy is wired in pretty damn tight with the Spearmint Rhino intelligence network.
No what you have is severe diarrhea of the mouth. You are a teen or some total nobody trying so hard to get a little attention from people who have experienced a life that you can dream about, OR you are one of those people who say like well OJ Simpson might not have killed those people. Did anyone see a TAPE of it? The cops could have dripped that blood all over the place. He could have sliced his finger doing something else. He just panicked on the car chase. The dna was polluted. Blah Blah Blah. You can never be satisfied. You would keep saying maybe this or that forever so why the hell don't you just dry up and blow away???
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Roy, I still don't think many players would enjoy an 80/20 split. I realize the stakehorse of putting up all the cheese and stands the biggest risk of losing, but the player is the one performing -- you know, "Dance, Monkey, Dance" -- sometimes all night long or a couple days to win that cheese. After expenses, the player, even if he wins and pockets 20 percent, might only break even. That is all I am saying.
Of course, if I played good enough for somebody to offer me a free shot at 20 percent, I'd jump in a heartbeat. Players who know how hard it is to win, don't think a 20-percent slice is very filling. In fact, some find it insulting.
Then they shouldn't play.
Dayum Disco - where is the photoshop - Dippy, Frost, Tahoe, Whores working as spies.
JCIN - make a quick outline of all these events, track down Joey Gold @ the Rio and sell this story to Hollywood. I'll take 3% just because.
The way it really went down, the real version.
The plan was to get to vegas around 9 am from indy. I get to indy with my handy lil privileged space pass that joey strazzante hooked me up with which means i get first dibs on any open seat on the plane from indy to vegas. Well, let the nightmare begin.
I walk right up to this african american, wanda sykes lookin woman, hand her my pass, and say, what do i do now? She tells me "you cant use this pass, you'll have to wait for the next flight, and its going to phoenix, not las vegas."
ummm what, why not? Because , he reserved this seat for you, and seats can only be reserved for paying customers, you have a buddy pass" so im all like, wtf, so i call up joey, "joey, set this woman straight and let her know who you are" so long story short, im sitting in the airport waiting to go to phoenix because joey has no pull apparently.
So instead of a direct flight to las vegas, i now have to wait 90 minutes to get on some bullcrap flight to arizona, oh well, ill tough it out. We board the plane with no problem, but its pouring down rain, so i'm a nervous wreck. We get to the runway, and sit there for like 10 minutes. Then the pilot lets us know that, "our weather radar is broken, he have to go back, hopefully it can be fixed within 20 minutes" well, they couldn't fix it, so they had to bring in a whole different plane. Another hour wait, and finally were airborne.
Land in phoenix. Go to the vegas flight terminal and wait. They start boarding. Once everyone is on, any left over seats, i get to scoop up. So i check the stand by list to see how many people are in front of me, and the list is a mile long, wtffffffffffffffffffffffff. Why the hell are there so many damn people on this stand by list?!?! A nice woman tells me, "oh, they're having a party in vegas for southwest employees, so every flight to vegas has southwest employees jumping on to get to this party" since i am not an employee, they get dibs on the seat over me. I mean, hooray im at the top of the non employee list, but each flight to vegas has 20+ employees ready to scoop up the seats.
After about 8 hours, i get super lucky and end up on a flight, i thought for sure that i was going to stay the night in arizona. So as i'm up in the air, i text joey, and tell him that they've re-routed me to utah, lol. I tell him "joey this has been a nightmare, this wasn't even worth the free ticket dude, they're tellin me that i have to stay the night in salt lake, and if im lucky, ill be in vegas by noon tomorrow" we exchange a few more text messages, and by the 4th one, im in line at the riv trying to check in. The line had 20+ people in it, and they had one employee checking people in. Neat. My plan was to keep up with the charade, and surprise joey while he was playing poker. Plan failed because it took me 45 minutes to check in.
I call joey once i'm up in the room and first thing he sais "dude, youre in utah? Man that sucks dude, i'm sorry about that" i tell him no, im up in the room, come up. He doesn't believe me, he thinks im pullin his leg, but i finally convince him that i'm there, and he tells me "bro, i'm about to get in a cab and head to this southwest party, hurry up and get down here" at this point i was up for about 30 hours, but its vegas, so ill sleep when i'm dead. We hop in a cab and head down to fremont street for the party, joey slow rolls the cab driver by talking about all the hard times in vegas, how tourism is down, how the tips must suck, then gives him a dollar on a $18 fare, lol! Its not all that bad tho, the guy totally took the long way on us, so a dollar was generous.
This was my first trip to fremont st. And it was pretty neat, definitely better in person. This southwest airlines party had 2 blocks barricaded. Free food and alcohol at every corner. It had been a long day , so i start knockin back the free sandwich wraps, and cranberry & vodkas. Hey wow this is neat, all this stuff is free, ill take another. So after about 3 of these, we bump into a group of 4 girls. At this time these fine ladies looked like 9s. But in actuality they were trolls. But, im 3 drinks in and im ready to make it happen. Fast forward a few hours, im sitting in middle of fremont st as its clearing out cause the party is over. Joey is nowhere in sight, the trolls are gone, and random strangers are offering to help me up, but i cant even stand at this point, i just tell them that my ankle is sore, and i'm just chillin. .
I get up to my feet, stagger over to the side of the gold nugget, and yack up about 3 of those wraps. I feel like i'm glued to the ground, and all these bright lights everywhere aren't helping things. I realize i have to find a cab. After hours on fremont st can be pretty scary, lots of homeless people and random thugs. Walk about one block, which felt like 10 miles, and i find a cab with some russian sounding man that looked like fabio. No way this guy is gonna rip me off, he looks like jesus. I open the back door, sit down and just lay my head on the window. "where you headed friend?" ummmmm the rio? The rivo? R something, where the pool tournament is at. Now, he could just drive me all over vegas, and drop me off where ever and tell me, ok, 40 bucks, but drago/fabio plays 20 questions with me until he figures out where i'm staying. We head down the road, and he sais "here let me roll down that window" man that cool breeze on my face knocked me right out. I feel a tapping on my shoulder, i felt like i had been sleeping for hours. I think to myself "oh s*it, the meter is gonna be like 5 thousand" it was 15 bucks. I give him 20, but tell him ill give him an extra 5 if he just sits there for a few minutes while i gather myself. 20 minutes go by and hes like, "ok my friend, i have to go now"
amazingly, i walked from the cab drop off, up to my room without falling down/puking/urinating/picking up a prostitute. So i figure im in the safe zone. I lay face down on my bed, and i get the urge to vomit, but i cant even move a muscle, i reach down for the ice bucket, cant find it, so i just figure on the blanket and floor will work just as well. So that's where that red mess came from. I pass out. . 4 hours later, 8 am, joey comes strolling in. This maniac is not phased by alcohol or anything. "hey bro when did you get here, ive been playing craps and getting hammered since 4 am, omg dude did you puke on the bed? ?? " i reply "joey, slow down, you're making me sick again" and about that time, he suggest i sit up for a picture. And right after the picture, there is a knock at the door "house keeping" i say "no go away", followed up by joey "yes, we need new blankets". Joey man what are you doing??? "they need to get in here and clean all this sh*t up, this is gross" i laugh and i'm like, come on in!!
there you have it folks.
The plan was to get to vegas around 9 am from indy. I get to indy with my handy lil privileged space pass that joey strazzante hooked me up with which means i get first dibs on any open seat on the plane from indy to vegas. Well, let the nightmare begin.
I walk right up to this african american, wanda sykes lookin woman, hand her my pass, and say, what do i do now? She tells me "you cant use this pass, you'll have to wait for the next flight, and its going to phoenix, not las vegas."
ummm what, why not? Because , he reserved this seat for you, and seats can only be reserved for paying customers, you have a buddy pass" so im all like, wtf, so i call up joey, "joey, set this woman straight and let her know who you are" so long story short, im sitting in the airport waiting to go to phoenix because joey has no pull apparently.
So instead of a direct flight to las vegas, i now have to wait 90 minutes to get on some bullcrap flight to arizona, oh well, ill tough it out. We board the plane with no problem, but its pouring down rain, so i'm a nervous wreck. We get to the runway, and sit there for like 10 minutes. Then the pilot lets us know that, "our weather radar is broken, he have to go back, hopefully it can be fixed within 20 minutes" well, they couldn't fix it, so they had to bring in a whole different plane. Another hour wait, and finally were airborne.
Land in phoenix. Go to the vegas flight terminal and wait. They start boarding. Once everyone is on, any left over seats, i get to scoop up. So i check the stand by list to see how many people are in front of me, and the list is a mile long, wtffffffffffffffffffffffff. Why the hell are there so many damn people on this stand by list?!?! A nice woman tells me, "oh, they're having a party in vegas for southwest employees, so every flight to vegas has southwest employees jumping on to get to this party" since i am not an employee, they get dibs on the seat over me. I mean, hooray im at the top of the non employee list, but each flight to vegas has 20+ employees ready to scoop up the seats.
After about 8 hours, i get super lucky and end up on a flight, i thought for sure that i was going to stay the night in arizona. So as i'm up in the air, i text joey, and tell him that they've re-routed me to utah, lol. I tell him "joey this has been a nightmare, this wasn't even worth the free ticket dude, they're tellin me that i have to stay the night in salt lake, and if im lucky, ill be in vegas by noon tomorrow" we exchange a few more text messages, and by the 4th one, im in line at the riv trying to check in. The line had 20+ people in it, and they had one employee checking people in. Neat. My plan was to keep up with the charade, and surprise joey while he was playing poker. Plan failed because it took me 45 minutes to check in.
I call joey once i'm up in the room and first thing he sais "dude, youre in utah? Man that sucks dude, i'm sorry about that" i tell him no, im up in the room, come up. He doesn't believe me, he thinks im pullin his leg, but i finally convince him that i'm there, and he tells me "bro, i'm about to get in a cab and head to this southwest party, hurry up and get down here" at this point i was up for about 30 hours, but its vegas, so ill sleep when i'm dead. We hop in a cab and head down to fremont street for the party, joey slow rolls the cab driver by talking about all the hard times in vegas, how tourism is down, how the tips must suck, then gives him a dollar on a $18 fare, lol! Its not all that bad tho, the guy totally took the long way on us, so a dollar was generous.
This was my first trip to fremont st. And it was pretty neat, definitely better in person. This southwest airlines party had 2 blocks barricaded. Free food and alcohol at every corner. It had been a long day , so i start knockin back the free sandwich wraps, and cranberry & vodkas. Hey wow this is neat, all this stuff is free, ill take another. So after about 3 of these, we bump into a group of 4 girls. At this time these fine ladies looked like 9s. But in actuality they were trolls. But, im 3 drinks in and im ready to make it happen. Fast forward a few hours, im sitting in middle of fremont st as its clearing out cause the party is over. Joey is nowhere in sight, the trolls are gone, and random strangers are offering to help me up, but i cant even stand at this point, i just tell them that my ankle is sore, and i'm just chillin. .
I get up to my feet, stagger over to the side of the gold nugget, and yack up about 3 of those wraps. I feel like i'm glued to the ground, and all these bright lights everywhere aren't helping things. I realize i have to find a cab. After hours on fremont st can be pretty scary, lots of homeless people and random thugs. Walk about one block, which felt like 10 miles, and i find a cab with some russian sounding man that looked like fabio. No way this guy is gonna rip me off, he looks like jesus. I open the back door, sit down and just lay my head on the window. "where you headed friend?" ummmmm the rio? The rivo? R something, where the pool tournament is at. Now, he could just drive me all over vegas, and drop me off where ever and tell me, ok, 40 bucks, but drago/fabio plays 20 questions with me until he figures out where i'm staying. We head down the road, and he sais "here let me roll down that window" man that cool breeze on my face knocked me right out. I feel a tapping on my shoulder, i felt like i had been sleeping for hours. I think to myself "oh s*it, the meter is gonna be like 5 thousand" it was 15 bucks. I give him 20, but tell him ill give him an extra 5 if he just sits there for a few minutes while i gather myself. 20 minutes go by and hes like, "ok my friend, i have to go now"
amazingly, i walked from the cab drop off, up to my room without falling down/puking/urinating/picking up a prostitute. So i figure im in the safe zone. I lay face down on my bed, and i get the urge to vomit, but i cant even move a muscle, i reach down for the ice bucket, cant find it, so i just figure on the blanket and floor will work just as well. So that's where that red mess came from. I pass out. . 4 hours later, 8 am, joey comes strolling in. This maniac is not phased by alcohol or anything. "hey bro when did you get here, ive been playing craps and getting hammered since 4 am, omg dude did you puke on the bed? ?? " i reply "joey, slow down, you're making me sick again" and about that time, he suggest i sit up for a picture. And right after the picture, there is a knock at the door "house keeping" i say "no go away", followed up by joey "yes, we need new blankets". Joey man what are you doing??? "they need to get in here and clean all this sh*t up, this is gross" i laugh and i'm like, come on in!!
there you have it folks.
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Dippy my man you really should invest in better road dogs. The get away man forgets the loot and the muscle man didn't have the horsepower to stop a Kimbo Slice starter kit from laying his hand on you.
Good help is hard to find.
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You can't handle the truth
mlalum
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You are very good sometimes. Sad to see you lend your skills to the dark side. (just kidding jcin really)
And they don't! :wink:
Well I am glad you didn't get it out. Cause one of three things would have happend:
1.) Kimbo Jr. takes it away from you and uses it as the stick to make a Dippy Pop.
2.) You shoot Lil' Kimbo and it really pisses him off in which case he may have raped you prison style right there on table 7.
3.) You kill someone over some dumb shit in a pool room like a Johnny Cash song.
None of the above is good for your hourly win rate.
Since Dippy has already confessed to stealing the Tahoe, Scott has more leverage here than he realizes.
If I were Scott, I would borrow the money if necessary and hire a lawyer to get his truck back. The lawyer can then threaten to take Dippy to court and possibly file additional charges against Dippy.
With a lawyer behind Scott, Dippy would offer to settle within a day...or face the consequences of losing in court.
If I were Scott, I would borrow the money if necessary and hire a lawyer to get his truck back. The lawyer can then threaten to take Dippy to court and possibly file additional charges against Dippy.
With a lawyer behind Scott, Dippy would offer to settle within a day...or face the consequences of losing in court.
now thats some funny shit i dont care who you are
if you've seen his paint/photochop work, you'd agree the "markers" would be overkill
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Let's recap: Some guys assaulted you because you supposedly owe some money. There is a video tape showing you paid the money.
This may sound a little harsh, but you are either a fool or a liar if you aren't interested in getting a copy of that tape. If you could prove you paid Frost and he stiffed his backers he would be finished in the pool world.
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